I was driving back from the stand on my golf cart, with no headlights on -- the moon was bright enough to make shadows. I was almost to the gate near Blueberry Hill when I sensed a dark something to my right. It moved. I turned on my headlights and saw two deer moving quickly uphill, away from me. By the time I got myself turned around, they were gone, but still inside the fence. I hate to allow deer to stay inside the fence. Without much hope for finding them, I drove all the way back to the pig pen and started working my way along the inside edge of the deer fence. I could tell they were in the underbrush next to Carrie's house but it was too dark for me to get them by myself. Alas. The irony is that Roger the deer hunter has been here for days, hunting further down in the woods, and he is sleeping in Darryl's room. As I zoomed to the pig pen I saw the lights on there but I knew there was nothing to be done. Roger can't shoot deer with a bow in the dark. I just wanted to harass those deer before going home. Uncharacteristically, I gave up. But I closed the gate so they would have a hard time leaving and I might be able to rustle them up when it gets light tomorrow. I believe that you need to make them really uncomfortable when they come inside the fence. They don't know the difference between inside and outside but they can learn there is a crazy person in that region and they should avoid her at all costs.
This postcard was written by a crazy person, no doubt.
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